Something Left Undone a poemby Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.

By the bedside, on the stair, At the threshhold, near the gates, With its menace or its prayer, Like a medicant it waits;

Waits, and will not go away; Waits, and will not be gainsaid; By the cares of yesterday Each to-day is heavier made;

Till at length the burden seems Greater than our strength can bear, Heavy as the weight of dreams Pressing on us everywhere.

And we stand from day to day, Like the dwarfs of times gone by, Who, as Northern legends say, On their shoulders held the sky.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Something Left Undone poemby Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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